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We decided to give the lift a miss |
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Took the tube station stairs |
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Outside darkness was falling |
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We soon turned down a quiet side street |
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And in no time were kicking |
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Through autumn leaves on the edge of the Heath |
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Half an hour later we were looking on |
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The sight of London lit up we'd happened upon |
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The lights, the time of day, the time of year |
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For me conspired to give rise to |
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A moment breathtaking in its beauty |
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And I had a sense that she was moved too |
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I don't know how she feels about me now |
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Where a silence has fallen has she ever found |
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That she is thinking she'd like to slip |
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Her hand in mine as in another time |
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Or she is thinking she'd like our lips |
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To meet as they would do in former days |
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Has she never thought along those lines at all? |
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Nothing along those lines at all |
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Nothing along those lines at all |
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Nothing along those lines at all |
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At all |
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When later she said how she was glad |
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She'd finally found the proper Heath |
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I thought how, a little more than three years before |
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All over it we'd walked |
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And wondered if she'd forgot then |
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If I maybe was meant to speak up |
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Feeling puzzled I just kept quiet |
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I made no mention of before |
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I made no mention of before |
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I made no mention of before |
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I made no mention of before |